28 4 / 2011
baller status FO SHO. i had TWO dates on tuesday. TWO. with volunteering in between (um yeah, i’m a good person. is it any wonder i have boys hollering at me left and right?). did i pull it off? yes. did i pull it off well? debatable.
before i left for the dates, i took notes on both so i didn’t accidentally mix up their respective details. they both went to tech (neg, i know), but that’s where the similarities end.
he picked a coffee place pretty far away so i was 15 minutes late. i felt bad, but there was traffic so it was out of my control. and then i found out that he leaves work at 3:00 (because he gets there at 6:30 am; we’ll get to that later) so i didn’t really feel that bad since he knew where i work and still suggested a place close to him.
so it started off fine. he has a little less hair than his pictures (although i have a little less tan than mine, so i guess i can’t judge) but he was still kind of attractive. but the conversation was just blah. nothing like date #2 where i wanted to order alcohol immediately to get through the rest of the date, but nothing terribly exciting. i felt a little bit like i was a college student talking to someone in high school about potentially attending my school; i asked a lot of questions, nodded and smiled encouragingly, seemed really interested and used my “adult” voice. i found myself crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair, so i had to keep making the conscious effort to not do that. and it’s not like anything was wrong with him, but we just did not have a lot to talk about.
and he lives at home with his parents. no.
he really really hates traffic. like, a lot. like, so much that he wakes up at 5:30 am to get to work at 6:30 am. that’s how much he hates traffic. that took up 10 minutes of talking time.
i tried to talk about football since he went to tech that’s usually a safe topic with guys, but apparently he doesn’t like sports. rather, he doesn’t like sports that you watch. he likes track and field. okay.
he then asked the kind of questions you ask when you don’t know what else to say: what do you like to do for fun? what kind of tv shows do you watch? what kind of music do you listen to? i could picture E rolling her eyes as i was answering.
but this is the best part: the waitress came with our check and we both pulled out our respective credit cards.
date #5: “it’s fine, i got this.”
me: “no, i’m happy to help.”
date #5: shrugs. “ok, thanks.”
AND THEN HE PUT HIS CREDIT CARD AWAY AND I PAID FOR THE WHOLE DAMN BORING DATE. granted, i ordered a diet coke (he just had water) and in true me-on-a-date fashion, i ate more than he did (seriously, why don’t more guys want to go out with me?). BUT STILL.
soooo, definitely no second date. i don’t think i can afford him.
i made it to volunteering just in time and even though the whole timing thing was crazy, i’m really glad i had that excuse to leave the date early.
i was only a couple of minutes late to this date and mainly because i had to find parking. he was standing by the doors waiting for me, and i was pleasantly surprised at his cuteness. his pictures don’t really do him justice.
it was a goooorgeous night, so we decided to sit outside and have some drinks. he’s jumped on the beer-brewing trend that E hates oh-so-much and since i’m a bud light kind of girl and this place is known for its beers, i let him choose mine. and he did a very good job.
he plays kickball and so that was a great way to start the conversation. apparently he’s a really good flipcup player and i am the king of the hill champ (my mom and dad are so proud) so that’s something we have in common. and kickball players are good peeps so i knew we’d get along.
we talked about going on a second date, so we’ll see if he calls.
oh, and he paid.